Texty:
Cold Crush Brothers

want my attention Crush you like Bone Crusher, not scared I'm not flinching Let's see what the ambulance, do for you Well if y'all two brothers, rap

Who care where you came from, you ain't prepared For when the pain come, this nigga's scared, shook to death From a cold stare, stunnin', knowin' my brothers

My older brother was touched It's a game where you don't play gotta have cane Crack house for my birthday The next day my brother shot in cold blood

keep it rollin'? Never made a dime from rap yet I thank them people no my people don't believe it though Someone has been leavin' those words sayin' cold

Todd Smith when nine years old When 'Sugarhill' was in control I'm listenin' to cold-crushed tapes to get sold I set my demo in a Silvia treated me cold

eighty-three and it's not the cold crush It's kids on the street strapped, huffin' that kush They eyein' the next cat, livin' all plush I guess frustration make a brother

and don't even know it And Def Squad L.O.D. for life Word up, yeah, fuck your life Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife Fuck your life Aiyyo

i dont want to control you all day big brother schemes. and into the night grab on hold of your mind. over run it they push you down, push you around and crush

Like operation push, operate the tush Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol I planted my gold, and low and behold It's the brother doc, ready